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​Yeah You

This song is by Shabazz Palaces and appears on the album Black Up (2011).

Corny niggas, they comin' for me,
Yelling at me, running at me,
Mink coats, pink throats,
Weak quotes, low hopes.
Anti-dope, filthy nope.
Play a part, never sharp,
Fame's their art, game on stop.

Euro-centric, zero pimpage,
To rags they only is ascendin',
Uninventive, an invention,
Forgot they lynched us, never meant it,
Rented flower, scented sour,
Blemished, gone, finished.
Get all up in it didn't it
Niggas should've quit it.

I can't believe we drove this far,
And this is who you really are.
It cut, but it won't leave a scar,
You corny nigga.

My hand's so flushed you'll have to fold
The played out rhythms that you told,
For all the priceless things you sold,
You corny nigga.

Corny niggas, they follow suit,
Advance, they will swallow truth,
Hollow, shallow ballers queue,
Of white shit, they in hot pursuit.

Clones on phones, sniffed out drones,
Never made they bones,
I know to make they wealth, they'll break they self,
All vapor, stand for paper,
Music capers, love they haters,
Desire the jealous, buy their lovers,
Crying fronters, lies and coverups,
Self-promoters, slippery slopers,
Speculate, hella hate,
Be full-steady, I'll eat ya plate.
Bound by fate to get there late,
Conjecture and postulate
Around this ilk, you're never safe.
Get slapped up in they fucking face

Look, just because you stole some glow
And each and every thing's a show,
Don't mean the trill won't let you know
You corny nigga.

You're spiritually blasé
Your revolution's so passé
And at the end of every day,
You corny nigga.